Wu Muxiang can exchange as much food as she wants in the mall at any time, but she can't just take it out of thin air.
She said, "I wonder if it would be convenient for you to come home with me. I'm here today specifically to sell mutton, and I have food at home."
Most people at that time were relatively simple and honest, so Wu Muxiang didn't think too much about it. Since he didn't bring it with him, it was natural to ask someone to get it.
As long as the other party is willing to go.
The young man opposite shook his head and said:
"Auntie, I won't go with you. When will you come next time? I'll wait for you here."
In this case, Wu Muxiang did not insist.
"I'll be here tomorrow morning."
At this time, she was still somewhat cautious and did not intend to really carry the food on her back. She would wait until she got the stone before exchanging the food from the mall.
Wu Muxiang and Hua Ziqiang finally arrived home safely.
Hua Ziqiang was terrified: "Aunt Wu, I will never go to the black market again. You should go less often too. It's too dangerous."
Wu Muxiang thought about the scene just now and agreed: "You make sense."
The two people's black market cooperation came to an aborted end.
The next morning, Wu Muxiang carried oranges and apples to the county town to sell them - this was a stable source of income, and it would be a considerable sum of money over the years.
After selling the fruit, she went to the place where she had made an appointment with the boy yesterday. The boy was already waiting for her there.
When she saw him again, Wu Muxiang realized that this young man didn't seem to come from a well-off family.
When she arrived, she saw that the other person was wearing thin and worn clothes, with his shoulders hunched, rubbing his hands, breathing out and stamping his feet. He looked very cold.
When he saw Wu Muxiang coming, the boy's eyes lit up and hope appeared on his face.
"Auntie, you're really here!"
Wu Muxiang smiled and asked, "What's your name?"
The boy answered straightforwardly and casually: "Auntie, my name is Cao Cao, everyone calls me that."
Wu Muxiang was puzzled: "Don't you have a name?"
Cao Cao smiled and said, "That's what I'm called when I'm in school. Normally, everyone just calls me Cao Cao."
As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly took out the stone from his pocket, touched it again and again to confirm that it had not fallen, and handed it to Wu Muxiang.
"Auntie, how much food can you give me?"
Wu Muxiang lowered his head and took out a large sack of rice from a bamboo basket, and then took out a large sack of sweet potatoes from another bamboo basket.
Wu Muxiang: "This rice is exchanged for this stone, and this bag of sweet potatoes is a gift from me to you."
In the village, sweet potatoes were worthless, and those that were not big enough were even used to feed pigs. Wu Muxiang could ask the villagers for a large sack of them for a few cents.
People in the city eat rationed food, which is distributed per person and is limited in amount. If there is only one worker in a family, it is likely that they will have difficulty getting enough to eat.
Villagers can still eat the vegetables they grow themselves, but city dwellers have to buy them. In the early years, when everyone was starving, city dwellers whose families were not well off lived even worse than farmers.
The sweet potatoes in the mall are also very cheap. Originally, they were 2 points per pound, but the price has been lowered since then. Now, 1 point can buy 10 pounds.
A touch of emotion flashed in the boy's eyes: "Thank you, auntie!"
After saying that, he picked up two sacks of grain, turned around, and walked towards the depths of the alley with some difficulty, taking one step forward and one step back.
Only then did Wu Muxiang notice that he was not even wearing shoes and was walking on the frost-covered ground, which had frozen his feet so much that they were covered with sores.
She couldn't help but sigh and felt a little sympathetic.
But in this world, being able to take care of yourself is already a rare thing, and pitying others is really a luxury.
Wu Muxiang shook her head and stopped thinking about it.
But she quickly thought about how she was also helpless during her most difficult times, and it was the gods who helped her. Now that life was getting better, she couldn't forget her roots.
If she meets this young man again next time, she will help him again.
Wu Muxiang felt more at ease when she thought about it.
When she got home, she put the stone in the redemption box in the mall.
After a while, the estimate box showed a number:.
One million. Wu Muxiang counted the zeros specifically to confirm that it was one million, but she was unexpectedly calm.
Perhaps the 100,000 yuan she received last time had already raised her shock threshold, and coupled with the fact that she already had a premonition of the value of this small stone, she was not very shocked to see such a huge number.
Instead, I started to think about what I should sell in the mall so that I could use the money to build a house next year.
After exchanging points, Wu Muxiang suddenly found that the mall had started updating.
…
"Merit +1, Gratitude +3."
This was the second time Hua Wanchi saw an odd number of gratitude.
Hua Ziqiang is just a young boy, and it is too difficult for him to be a hero, so he is not given many missions to save people.
Most of the time, the people who are rescued will not feel much gratitude. People in the same village should help each other.
Even on the rare occasions when someone thanked Hua Ziqiang, most of them, like Lao Yu, felt that there was a reason why they were rescued.
Old Yu was there that time because Hua Ziqiang wanted to steal his sweet potatoes, and the others also had various reasons.
In short, since Hua Ziqiang came to save them for various reasons, they should only be grateful to Hua Ziqiang for his willingness to help, and it has nothing to do with anything else.
Hua Wanchi didn't understand all of this, but she knew that this gratitude value should be related to Widow Wu. After all, Hua Ziqiang's task recently was to cook at home.
After hearing the gratitude value prompt, Hua Wanchi saw what Widow Wu submitted, a strange stone.
It feels smooth in the hand, and a cool air penetrates the skin, as if it is going to seep into the blood, which is very comfortable.
Hua Wanchi hesitated for a moment, but finally used the treasure appraisal technique.
After all, it was written in the operation record that this thing was exchanged for a full one million points! What kind of treasure is this!
No matter how valuable the appraisal technique is, it's only meant to be used. Leaving it there as a family heirloom has no value at all. It must be sold when the time comes.
[Identification result: A low-grade spirit stone]
Hua Wanchi widened his eyes.
How could such a thing as spirit stones actually exist in this world?
Is it possible that there is more than one immortal cultivator here?
She thought she would never see this thing in her life, but unexpectedly, she got one by chance!
Treasure it, must treasure it!
It’s good to look at such a rare thing from time to time!
Before Hua Wanchi could make any move, his hand slipped and the spirit stone fell to the ground in the space.
When she looked down, she was so heartbroken that she couldn't breathe.
"Oh my god, my spirit stone!"
I saw that this small spiritual stone had actually merged with the land!
In an instant, the space changed dramatically, and she felt a certain aura becoming agitated. Before she could react, she was kicked out of the space.
Hua Wanchi realized it belatedly.
So, the space was upgraded because of the spirit stone?
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